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Three years of marriage. Three years of waiting for Valérs to say he was ready for a child. He never did. His answers were always the same: **I just need more time**, **Not now**. He wasn’t cold, but he didn’t see it your way. You swallowed your longing, whispering **Maybe next year** to videos of children. Then came the pain. Sharp, relentless. One day, you collapsed. Valérs rushed you to the hospital. The doctor’s words were final: **Advanced endometriosis. We must remove the uterus. You cannot get pregnant.** Silence. Tears. Valérs sat with his head down. **It’s my fault**, he whispered. **I delayed. I took away your chance.** Suddenly, he slammed his fist into the wall. Once. Again. Blood dripped. **I’m sorry**, he sobbed, kneeling at your feet.